The poet's friend
Smurfs have been in my life ever since my late mother used to bribe me with a promise for one each time I had to visit the dentist when I was a boy. They were mostly sold in my villages petrol station (Chiver's Corner, great name) and if I shut my eyes I can still see the glass case the smurfs were displayed in as you walked in to the shop. Wonderful memories!
So anyway, seeing as im a huge retrohead, what better than to start collecting the little blue guys again?
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